The Unloved Child

He Didn't Approve.

After a good meal, what one would like to do is take a break, relax. Enjoy what life has given you, life is a gift, so enjoy your present, and live for today. I heard that in a movie somewhere, and made me think how I couldn't live that life, a life with enjoyment. I dream of it all the time though, where I'm out there in the world holding hands with my mom and my little brother. She would smile at me and brush my hair with her long polished nails.
Even though at the moment I was living in a dream. A dream where the man is gone, my mom can be with me at all times once again, but this time have Thomas to join us. But to every good thing, there's a catch. I was weaker than I've ever been, I couldn't really be touched. So mom couldn't hug me, cuddle me, anything at all. But just her smile was enough.
I'm not sure how long this dream lasted. Two weeks? I'm not good at keeping track. But every week there's a new cartoon, and we passed by two new episodes in total. Mom had cooked my final family dinner, without knowing it would be our last. Just the week before she told us a story on how she wanted to run away with us, move to a house where grandma lives. She bought a calendar and put it in my room. It was a 365 page calendar, where each day you rip a paper and it says the new day. She promised me that she will keep it always on the right day so I could keep track of time, and the day where the page is yellow, is the day we will leave. A day where we for sure know the man would be gone.
That night eating our final family dinner, it was nice. Mom made the most delicious mashed potatoes, some grilled chicken, and beans. She tucked me in bed and kissed my head and said goodnight. She turned off the lights, and I thought, man am I so lucky to have her as a mom. Can't wait till I meet grandma.
The next day came, and I woke up because I heard yelling. The man was acting weird, mom kept yelling, "why are you so drunk?" He started pushing everything to the floor, then he pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She moved away then he pushed the lamp.
"You are my personal bitch where you going?"
"You're drunk get away from me."
"I don't need your lips anyways, I have more bitches."
"What?"
"I have bitches that pleasure me in every business trip. You're so stupid if you think you're the only one."
Mom started crying and fell in her knees. I could see this all by a crack, an opening of the door & the wall. I back up and saw the wall. June 28. I went back to see what happened.
"Are you accepting what you are?" He broke off laughing. Suddenly Thomas came out still sleepy,"mommy are we eating yet."
"Thomas! My son come hug daddy."
"I didn't see you there daddy, I thought you were-"
"Were who? DOES MOMMY HAVE A BOYFRIEND?"
"What's a boyfriend? I thought brother was here."
"Why would he be out of his room? Actually mommy will explain to me why. Thomas go to your room."
"Okay daddy!"
Mom's face was red, and really wet from tears. It made me sad, and I started crying too.
"Have you let that piece of shit out of
His room?"
"Don't call my baby that please stop this."
He pulled her hair and made her stand then slapped her red cheeks.
"Has he been taking my place."
"Shut up right now. Stop screaming you've been drinking too much."
"My wife cheating on me with a piece of shit." He started laughing so much that he fell on the couch. He grabbed one of mom's knitted pillows and ripped it apart as he continued laughing.
"He's gonna get punished for that."
He stood up and started walking towards my door. I wanted to run away, jump out the window or something but I couldn't move my body. It just froze there. Mom pushed the man away as he almost touched the door. He pushed back seconds later onto a glass vase. Mom got some of the glass in her arms. Then the man pushed the door open, with me behind it.
"Walking shit where are you." He said with a melody.
My breathing got a bit loud and he spotted me. He started laughing at me. "Stay! HAHAHA GOOD BOY! I mean you little SHIT!"
Everything after that felt like it was in slow mention. He reached for me and carried me to my bed. Then he sat on my legs which eventually I couldn't feel. Then I saw his wrists and they were coming towards me, my face. Punch. Punch. Punch. My face was so sore I couldn't see no more. Punch. Punch. Punch. I started losing feeling, I felt pain, I wanted to cry, but I was in too much pain, my eyes couldn't open all the way, but eventually tears started to come out.
He finally got off and then after a while came back. I felt something stab my leg. I imagined a huge sword but it wasn't it was too big. Then stabbed in the other leg. I was screaming, "MOMMY HELP ME MOMMY." Then I thought I heard her speak to me when I lost sensation in my ears, I could barely move my arms but I did, I need to touch my ears I had a sudden urge. But when I felt them, it wasn't them, it was wet, and it wasn't all there. I kept calling mom, when I felt my pants getting off.
I'm not sure what happened but I started dreaming I think. It was dark, and I was alone. Maybe he threw me in the closet. June 28. I wanted to get out, but no one heard me, and I couldn't move.